Applejack: And that's when the yellow birdie thought to himself, "Hmm. My favorite little tree isn't such a little tree anymore." So she sang her song, big and strong, and they all lived in that great, big tree happily ever after. The... end.

Rarity: Applejack! Were you reading a bedtime story to... an apple tree?

Applejack: Heh... uh... Well, ya know, bein' replanted in a whole new place is very upsettin' for a tree... and Bloomberg here is one of my favorites.

Rarity: No fair, Applejack! You've got a luxurious, private sleeper car for a tree, while I am crowded and cramped in the same car with all the other ponies. How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep?!

Applejack: But Bloomberg's the whole reason we're makin' this trip. He needs his rest so we can give him as a gift to my relatives in Appleloosa.

Rarity: Hmph! You talk about it as if it's your baby or something.

Applejack: Who you callin' a baby?! Bloomberg's no baby! Don't wet widdle Rarity make you all saddy-waddy. Bloomberg's a big and strong apple tree. Yes, he is. A-coochie-coochie-coo-coo-coo!

Braeburn: Terrible is right, your train is a full seven minutes late! That's seven minutes less for you to delight in the pleasures and wonders of... A-A-A-ppleloosa! Boggles the mind, we settler ponies built all this in just the past year, don't it?! And as you can see, we have all of the finest comforts. Like horse-drawn carriages!

"Black Stone": Okay, you pull now.

Noteworthy: Aww, we just switched.

Braeburn: And those there are horse-drawn horse-drawn carriages.

Applejack: ...Listen, Braeburn, I– Oof!

Braeburn: And here's our local waterin' hole, the Salt Block.

"Morton Saltworthy": That's enough salt for you!

Ol' Salt: Can't I at least... get a glass of water?

Braeburn: Over there's the office of Sheriff Silverstar. And here's where we have our wild west dances! And here's where we have our mild west dances!

Applejack: But, Braeburn, we–

Braeburn: And here's the most wonderful sight in all of... A-A-A-ppleloosa! Our apple orchard.

Applejack: Braeburn!

Braeburn: First harvest should be any day now.

Applejack: Braebu–

Braeburn: Good thing too!

Applejack: Brae–

Braeburn: 'Cause we need that grub to live on.

Applejack: Braeburn!

Braeburn: Uh, yes, cuz?

Applejack: You have a very nice town an' all, but we have a hu-uge problem! Some of our friends are missin'!

Fluttershy: A stampede of buffalo.

Rarity: They took Spike!

Twilight Sparkle: Rainbow Dash went after them!

Fluttershy: And we can't find Pinkie Pie.

Applejack: And we had an apple tree with us for your orchard, but they took that too!

Braeburn: Did you say... buffalo? [sigh] Them buffalo, they want us settler ponies to take every single tree you see here off this land. They sure as hay don't want any new ones added in.

Fluttershy: But why?

Braeburn: Beats me. We put a lot of hard work into this land, so we can feed our town, our families, our foals! And now they're sayin' all these trees have to go? T'ain't fair...

Little Strongheart: Wait! Please accept my apologies for what happened on the train. We didn't mean for anyone to be hurt.

Rainbow Dash: Yeah, right.

Little Strongheart: We only wanted the tree. The settler ponies have overtaken the land and have planted an orchard all over it! Because of their thoughtlessness, we can no longer run over our traditional stampeding grounds.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie: Huh?

Spike: I think it's time they met Chief Thunderhooves.

Chief Thunderhooves: Hmmh. We have a long and winding stampeding trail that we have run upon for many generations. [breath] My father stampeded upon these grounds, and his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him, and–

Little Strongheart: I think they get the idea, Chief.

Chief Thunderhooves: Hmph. It is a sacred tradition to run the path every year. But this year, these... settler ponies, these... [snort] Appleloosans! [snorting]

Little Strongheart: They planted apple trees all over it without asking our permission.

Pinkie Pie: Well that's not very nice. Right, Rainbow Dash?

Rainbow Dash: Hmph...

Little Strongheart: The ponies refused to move their trees, so we are stuck here, and it is not fair!

Spike: See, Rainbow Dash? They had a good reason to–

Rainbow Dash: Huh... Ah!

[buffalo gasp]

Rainbow Dash: I'll say they had a good reason! C'mon. We have some apple-pickin' Appleloosans to talk to!

Rarity: Ow! [groaning] Gently, please!

Applejack: Sorry, Rarity, but our friends are out there and we have ta' be ready for a long hike into buffalo territory if we're gonna save 'em! Let's go!

Pinkie Pie: Hi, guys!

Fluttershy: Pinkie! We're so glad you're safe.

[indistinct "Oh, there you are!" "Thank goodness!"]

Twilight Sparkle: How did you escape from the buffalo?

Pinkie Pie: We didn't!

[ponies gasp]

Rainbow Dash: We promised the buffalo a chance to talk.

Applejack: Oh, yeah? 'Bout what?

Rainbow Dash: We brought our new pal Little Strongheart here to explain to the Appleloosans why they should move the apple trees off buffalo land.